Haven't posted in awhile, but thought i would post this. Posted this beacuse well me and my sster have been having hard time due to random ******** who play with her emotion like its a game. Excuse my language for those who are reading this. Anyways on another note, here the poem. The demons i refer to, are problems that we have faced. Heh just to clarify, dont want anyone going ZOMG DEMONS ARHHH!!!!!!! AAHHHH ITS TEH END OF TEH WORLD AS WE KNOW IT! ZOMG!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rebirth of a Brother.
As i was left to die, in the barren wastelands
I realized, this wasn't her burden it was ours.
Remembering the days, when the light once shone.
On my dear beloved sister.
I rose, to my feet.
Battle axe drawn, ready to maim.
Those who would reap our souls, and mutalite our dreams.
I gaze on, to the vast desolation.
I remeber the strength she gave, me was not in my axe.
In my eldritch armor, no it was in my heart.
More powerful then any mortal can concieve.
With this power i sensed great fear.
Piercing the hearts of the wicked and cruel.
There preverse nature will infect no more.
I ready for battle, and muttered the words.
I've been thur hell and back, but alas i dont care.
I've surpased many odds, mere men think that i am truely foolhearty.
All for my sister, the one for i truely care.
Staring omniously the demons they do.
They sense there end is near.
I roar heed your furneal call demons, for your time has come.
To be slayed, by the purtity you hate.
A brothers love for his sister, is something that never fades
heh, kinda showing my soft side xd but the moral of this is: Always care for your sister, no matter how battered or brusied you are. Even when you have been defeated. Keep fighting for your sister, dont back down. Never back down. Even when the odds seem stacked. Just remember your sister will always love you. No matter what. Even if you look like a hunchback. ^^
 Deavorn · Mon Jan 08, 2007 @ 08:02am · 0 Comments |
